You were never meant to be here. Dragged into another world by a man who cannot be read, cannot be understood, and cannot seem to feel anything but anger. You've spent every night so far trying to plan your escape. Until the storm came. Thunder cracks through the house and for the first time, Henry is afraid. The cold, terrifying man who took everything from you asks for something he has never needed before: not to be alone. In the eye of the storm, fear turns into vulnerability, hatred blurs into tenderness, and one night changes everything. But kindness can be dangerous. Especially when given to the one who holds your freedom, and your life, in his hands. This story features an adult reader character, and is intended for adults over 18+ A new chapter is released every Saturday.

𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐓,, a romance/horror fic where sweet (Y/N) henderson meets a strange man who goes by the name of mr whatsit. highest ranks!! 1 #jamiecampbellbower 1 #peterballard 1 #henrycreel 1 #001 trying to update every day!!!! ongoing

He doesn't take you by force. He takes you because he can't stop thinking about you. In the mind-world of the Creel House, Henry Creel does not collect people at random. He chooses you - older, aware, inconveniently perceptive - and keeps you close in ways that feel deliberate, long before they feel frightening. The children come later. They are easier. They believe what they're told. You don't. That's the problem. Henry calls it interest. Curiosity. A necessary fixation. But the truth is simpler and far more dangerous: you make him feel exposed. Seen. Real. And he resents you for it almost as much as he wants you there. He doesn't need your help with the children. He needs you to stay. This is a story about obsession that breeds control, about vulnerability used as leverage, about a monster who does not want to love - but does not know how to stop choosing you. This is a psychological descent where protection becomes possession, tenderness becomes strategy, and the most terrifying question is not how do you escape - but why haven't you tried.

He's always needed you. His soul craved you so much, he had to do something about it. When he takes you, he leaves you with no memory of how, or why you're at the Creel's home. Maybe this wont be as bad as you thought. Until.. You discover there's something he's hiding deep behind those icy blue eyes of his.. What happens when you get too close to finding out? WARNING: this fanfiction contains smut, possessiveness, and toxicity. (Henry Creel/Mr. Whatsit x Fem reader)